In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

...Well, in the end, Lu Mingfei still couldn't get the truth out of him.

The main problem was that this spineless coward was so weak that Lu Mingfei couldn't even understand why he had ever considered him an opponent in the first place.

But regardless, the source of the problem must be inside Shilan Middle School. Lu Mingfei could already sense the atmosphere of conspiracy and intrigue—the mastermind was definitely sitting there, like a great demon king waiting for the challenger.

With a triumphant air, Lu Mingfei pushed open the office door and glanced around. He had expected the teacher to be furious since he hadn't come in earlier, and that he would be met with a barrage of insults the moment he appeared—but to his dismay, nothing came of it.

There was no cursing; the teachers were all doing their own thing, and no one even glanced at him—no, there were, but only out of the corner of their eyes, so on the surface they all seemed to be doing their own thing…

"Looks like the problem isn't in the teacher's office?" Lu Mingfei turned and left, the air thick with the scent of intrigue still lingering—still in the school, just in a different place…

Following his instincts, Lu Mingfei let his feet take over, went downstairs, turned right and then right again, and walked straight toward the office building.

Entering the office building, he went upstairs again to find the door—this time, the position he was in was much better than the junior high school teachers' offices. At least the doorbell of the principal's office was working; a gentle press produced a series of rhythmic rings.

"Come in."

The sound was clear and crisp, like the tinkling of jade pendants.

Lu Mingfei remembered clearly that the principal was an old man in his sixties who was well-maintained and had no scandals about "beautiful secretaries" - or rather, in front of the students, he always maintained a dignified demeanor as a teacher.

Even the students have almost figured out how much money he embezzled each year.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath—things have been made very clear at this point. The mastermind behind everything has already come out on his own, and the principal is one of them; otherwise, he would have no reason to give up his office.

There's another one, right here in this office.

Lu Mingfei clenched his fists and pushed the door open without hesitation. With his magical powers, he was fearless of any hardship or danger—just like Alex Mercer.

If someone tries to stop him, that's an enemy, and he can be killed directly; if someone attacks him for no reason, that's an enemy, and he can be killed directly.

Based on what he learned in the game a week ago, an enemy is an enemy. An enemy that attacks is a dangerous enemy, one that surrenders is a cunning enemy, one that gives up resistance is an enemy preparing a counterattack, and one that runs away is a cowardly enemy. Of course, only a dead enemy is a good enemy.

The Divine Iron in his palm reflected a cold, black luster. Lu Mingfei gripped one end, ready to draw the stick and stab at any moment, aiming for a fatal blow.

"Praise be to my Lord."

"Why is it you?"

Looking at the red-clad figure sitting behind the long desk in the office, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but twitch his lips.

In just over a day, from yesterday to today, what has this magical spirit been doing? How did it end up as the principal of Shilan Middle School?

Upon seeing the familiar figure, Lu Mingfei's momentum, built up throughout the morning, instantly dissipated—it was like watching a horror movie where the atmosphere was perfectly set from the start, with eerie villages, desolate graves, blood-red skies, and billowing black mist, making the audience anticipate the jumpscare.

Just then, thump thump thump thump thump thump, a monkey, a pig, a horse, and a monk staggered over from the distant mountains...

That horror movie would immediately turn into a comedy.

Lu Mingfei now has this feeling: if he were given some strange ability to "hear background music," he would probably be able to hear the screenwriter's spoof violin tunes, playing out humorous and pleasant long notes.

"What have you been up to since yesterday?"

Lu Mingfei simply sat down in the guest seat.

He was genuinely curious about what this magical spirit had done—as for whether it had betrayed him, he would first test its loyalty.

Lu Mingfei said that it wasn't necessary to go to so much trouble, since the online platform had already done the research for him in advance.

[Characteristic: Religious worship. This unit possesses extremely noble beliefs and its ownership and command cannot be easily altered by other means.]

The test result is satisfactory; there is no need to doubt it.

"After you taught me how to access internet tools through 'internet cafes,' I underwent basic self-modification." She unfolded the mechanical limbs on her back; one of the limbs had now transformed into a square opening like a USB flash drive.

"I used it to connect to the internet here and bypass the simple and crude network security defenses to absorb information and grow myself."

"When you used 'Divine Iron,' I conducted comprehensive monitoring and background checks on your uncle and aunt—"

"Based on the information you provided, I found the living expenses your parents sent, transferred the rest of them, and located the gambling den your aunt frequented, then took out a large loan in her name."

"So, those two got up in the middle of the night and went to the police station to cause trouble." The red-robed monk lifted his hood, revealing a smile of a successful prank.

Lu Mingfei put himself in his uncle's shoes and thought: the family's money had mysteriously disappeared, and his wife's debts had exploded—so where did the money go? Did he even need to think about it?

She must have taken it to gamble!

"This is a bit outrageous..." Lu Mingfei scratched his head, feeling a pang of sympathy for his uncle. "And what about them now?"

"A paternity test is being conducted now." The red-robed monk's smile grew even more unrestrained.

"?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback. "Did I miss a few episodes? How did the plot jump to this point?"

"Oh, let me add some details to the description." The red-robed monk immediately composed himself and placed his hands in front of his lower abdomen. "At the police station, the two of them argued endlessly about money. Your uncle said that the money was sent by his brother to help you grow, while your aunt said that since they had money anyway, they might as well use it to support Lu Mingze."

"Your uncle said you were also a child of the Lu family, but your aunt said to ignore him since he's not your biological son anyway."

"At this point, some people who love to watch the drama started talking, saying that's your brother's child, so he's definitely not your biological son; and that fat guy your wife is holding doesn't look like you at all, so how can he be your biological son?"

"Then the two of them ended up having to do a paternity test."

"……what?"

Lu Mingfei blinked, unsure whether to be surprised or amused. But after a moment's thought, he decided to ask a question that went straight to the point:

"So what were the paternity test results?"

"It's not out yet." The red-robed monk shook his head. "We don't have qualified DNA testing equipment here. We can only transport it to the provincial capital first and then conduct the testing—even if we do it as quickly as possible, it will still take seven days."